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Jacob slithers naked down the trellis, silent as a ghost. His journal says tonight's pissing, he didn't argue. Approaching, he hears the brook, which winds through his neighborhood, down to Cheryl's parents house, beyond.

His journal says he loves Cheryl, he didn't argue.
Countless pages are devoted to her beauty.

The waters of the brook splash loudly over rocks as Jacob holds his cock, swelling under his touch. He's careful. Just piss tonight. Yellow stream shoots out as far as he can manage, mingling with the water, carrying his fluids to Cheryl's house, beyond.

His journal says he loves Cheryl.

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