McGuire did his undergraduate work here and then moved to the United States specifically to study under Heinrich a dozen years ago. You pursue the pur...uer. Good hunting, Mrs. Allen.”Rebecca left his office somewhat bemused and even a bit confused. Mrs. Weed met her outside the door and took her directly to Waverly train station.“I packed your bag with everything you should need and expect you to return to me before you return to the United States, dearie,” the old woman said.“It’s all happening. Although of course, it was his job to be across everything.They had seemed to hit it off, Em thought, Ambrose and David’s wife, whose name was Ngaire and who had grown up in New Zealand and had rather engagingly spoken of fush instead of fish when she ordered the lemon sole.She was a svelte and sexy blonde with nice legs and, Em judged from the conservative but promissory swell of her bust, very trim tits. She was a year or so older than Em, perhaps 10 years younger than Ambrose.Em had. She then leaned forward, parted her beautiful red lips, and engulfed the head of my penis. Her tongue started to quickly swirl around the tip of my dick as she skillfully stroked the base of dick with her hand. Looking down, I could hardly breathe at the site of this smoking hot blonde MILF with her mouth wrapped around me meat. She proceeded to move her head a little farther down my shaft and started bobbing her head back and forth, until she worked her way back up to the head of my cock. Weird... Spooky... Why would they do such a thing?"Jim frowned. "I don't think there could be a good reason, and yet... here is the road. It's so strange. And the sound-barriers..."Cindy looked out the windows. "Huh? What about them?"Jim felt a pang of unfocused fear, and his voice broke into a whisper. "Why would anyone ever build sound barriers for corn fields?"Cindy shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Who cares? Maybe it's a Nebraska State requirement or something. Do they bother you?"Jim.