Now everything was starting to make sense. The Marcia Brady hairstyle, the wild clothing, the eight-tracks. Still, I needed more proof, so I turned o... the old-fashioned "portable" television resting on the corner of the dresser.The picture took a few moments to come into focus, but the message couldn't be any clearer as I watched the coverage of President Nixon's press conference unfold before my eyes. Not only had I changed sex, but had somehow been transported back in time.I turned the. Supper was subdued, after what had happened. A far cry from the joyous way the day had started. It was, in spite of everything, a delicious and filling meal, which we all managed to enjoy.There was no attempt to make small talk. We ate quietly, with a comment here and there about how good it was. Mom would reach over and caress my face, or my hand every few minutes. Pop would reach over and give my hand a squeeze. Both actions were comforting.I was feeling much better, now that I was well. .. quarters for two friendly people ... real friendly. The headroom isn’t great because the overhead is the cockpit floor. No claustrophobes need apply. And there’s the added attraction of half of the steering gear.We don’t use either of the aft bunks ... except for storage.Checking the charts meant some searching. I had charted a course outside the Reef, rounding Cape York to sail between Horn and Prince of Wales islands ... stopping at Horn for provisions.Then heading westish across the. She fell on me with her arms around me. We looked into each other’s eyes and we started kissing each other. I explored her mouth and feeling her soft lips. I was not thinking about anything else but continued to lick her face, lips etc. I started kissing her neck and removed her saree pallu. Now she was wearing a sexy red bra which was inviting me. I removed it and started sucking her nipples. She gave me one nipple after the other and was pressing my face on her boobs. She has amazing 34d.