My inlaws lived nearby, and would frequently call in unannounced.
One sunny morning while I was working nude in the backyard my father in hairy beach sex walked round the corner of your home, and was right near me before either of us had the chance to prevent the circumstances.
I stopped shovelling and attempted to stand “strategically” whilst carrying on a marginally aawkward dialog for several minutes.
He then went inside to see my wife (his daughter). We ( http://beachnymphs.com and I) laughed about it afterward, but it was never spoken of between me and F-i-L!
Oddest and most liberating was being in a peak of 4,300 naked people posing nude in central Melbourne for Spencer Tunick in October 2001 – at some point of the morning it happened to me that whatever our race, we’re much more alike than we’re different – a fairly serious and reassuring thought coming so lately after the terror of September 11!