In the pouring rain, she made her way through the mud to her port-hole into her fantasy. X Video But she made her way around the outside of the house to that port-hole window the first time all those months ago and now she was addicted, in a way. Exhausted, but still frustrated and hot, Rachelle decided she would stop at six. There was only one thing on her mind, and that was the port-hole window of her neighbor’s bathroom. Krysta woke with a start and stared blankly into the darkness before turning on a lamp. The torrential rain stung her face, but her mind was set. Frustrated and upset, Rachelle had finally taken to watching her through her bedroom window.
