The weekend rolled around and Alexi did her usual weekend chores and Netflix binging. She decided to go for a quick run to make up for the lack of exe...rcise she would normally do during the week. She had been too distracted fantasizing about the twins and masturbating repeatedly all week that she had neglected her workouts. "At least it's not too sunny today," she thought to herself as she jogged out onto the street. Thirty minutes into jogging, thunderstorms started to roll in, and Alexi. I knew she'd show up again without being asked.She did. She made it to all six games closing out our home stand. And I got at least one hit in every game. I now had a modest, seven-game hitting streak going, and my average was back to .377 for the season.We were leaving the next morning for a four-game series in Boston. Our final game against Detroit was in the afternoon, so the evening was free. When Sandy once again didn't answer her phone in person, I drove out there. It was only 5:30 p.m.. The morning chill had vanished and the season’s first warm sun felt erotic. I switched on the GPS and headed into the woods. Perhaps it was the erotic sun, who knows, I never planned nor have ever done anything similar to what happened next. For whatever reason, I began to feel intensely sexual. I tried to ignore it as if to ignore a problem child but with each passing moment, this became ever more impossible. Realizing I was in public and did not want to risk any inappropriate displays on the. She slowly walked back and before reaching her campsite, she passed by another camp, where two guys were ogling at her. She hung back and they whistled and invited her to their site. She walked up to them and they started talking. They were also from Mumbai and had come to relax the weekend. While talking they handed a beer to her and she sipped it. The guys were sitting beside her and then she felt one guys hand on her boobs. She immediately responded by kissing that guy. The guys then pulled.