Ann and I always have sex under the lemon tree. She is a sour person, me too. Every time she opens my leg, slam my body against the tree trunk, the tree shakes strongly. The bark irritates my bare skin, it makes me feel sour as the vague pain from rubbing against the lemon tree trunk. When the lemon matures, with the shaking, the lemon falls. Ann just takes one of it on the ground. Use the same power as she hit inside my body, squeeze the lemon. The lemon juice will fall from my forehead, pass through my face, my body. My body is sour. Then she put the squeezed lemon in my mouth to keep me from making voice. My saliva and lemon juice dripped all over her soft body, then her body become sour. When I go about orgasm, I always cry. The lemon juice that holds by my eyelashes will fall. She loves my tear, tastes with her tongue, whispers in my ear “your tear is sour”.