I spent summers with my dad ever since the divorce when I was four. He got remarried when I was 10 to a complete hippie. She had flower hair bands, tie dye everything, loved the grateful dead, and any other hippie stereotype she hit the nail on the head. She was nice as could be so I could never say a mean word about her.
They lived on a horse ranch back in the woods on a large plot of land that had a crystal clear spring running through it. She was a completely unashamed, full fledged nudist and every time that they got back from riding horses, she would strip naked on the porch and go swim in the spring. This never meant much to me until I got to the age when my hormones really started racing. She was in her mid to late forties, salt and pepper straight hair that went to the middle of her back. She was a full figured Amazonian woman with large (dd if I had to guess) breasts. They sagged a little with light stretch marks, large round areolas with nipples about the size of eraser tips. Her bush was for lack of better term glorious. It was full, curly, black and gray, and never shaved or waxed a day in her life.