You've seen enough

You didn't have time to wait, your sister was waiting. After running a piece of toilet paper down your privates, you pulled up your panties and skirt before turning to the sink. You leave after washing your hands in a hurry, stowing the letter in your bag before leaving. It was all you had brought with you on your journey.

You stood by the main room's door and gaped out the peephole, watching streams of men and women stumbling over each other on their way towards the exit. Most of them were still naked, their genitals flopping as they wrestled clothes on themselves. As a stowaway abord this particular ship, you didn't want to draw attention to yourself.

This would do, you decided, and slipped out into the crowd. They were handsy, as your breasts and rear were groped endlessly, some even daring enough to reach around your front and pinch your couter. It was horrifying, but you couldn't arouse suspicion. Your eyes darted around the hallway, spying attentive looking crewmembers observing the queue of horny tourists.

You lost yourself in that crowd, only breaking away after you slipped past the pair of crewmates that were double checking boarding passes.

Once you left the horny masses and your feet finally touched the ground, you looked out onto the entrance to the island. From distance, it resembled an amusement park in ways, though close examination revealed a host of fallic and bodacious effigy deconstructing the architecture.

"I'm coming, sis'," you whispered to yourself before taking your first stride towards the island.