We had been developing the plan for months now. At first, the guys in the class (and even some of the girls) had been annoyed by her incessant, strid...nt preaching about the patriarchy, the male gaze, and other feminazi go-tos, but there wasn’t much we could do about it. We bitched a bit, whined about having to sit through a whole semester of this, but by now most of us were pretty used to hearing and seeing this general type of thing in the media, the movies, and so forth. So we figured we’d. Everyone applauded. We asked her to change us back, but she just laughed, saying we were good actors. Before we knew it, Carla disappeared into thin air, and we were escorted by four big burly male stage-hands off the stage and into the crowd. The lights on the stage went off, the curtain closed and the stairs disappeared. And the lights in the audience came on. Everyone started getting up, getting ready to leave.Jenny and I looked at each other in horror. "We've GOT to find her!" I said and we. Within 15mins of takeoff, she had raised the armrest between us and cuddled up next to me. She nonchalantly put her hand on my crotch, teased me to an involuntary orgasm, rubbed the cum all over my leg and jeans, chuckling calling me 'Mr Cummy Pants' all as usual. She made me cum in my pants at least seven time during that flight and at least once I think I was a little vocal (grunting) and think several people might have noticed something was up. At one point after the forth, fifth or sixth. As her hands roamed over her pussy, she decided she was done. She took the hand held shower head, and set it to hard pulse. Bracing her back against the cold tile wall of the shower, she spread her legs. Holding the shower wand in her right hand, she spread her puffy pussy lips apart, exposing her clit. Aiming the pulsating water at her clit took her breath away. She bent at the knees, into a semi squat and let the waves of her orgasm wash over her. Her thighs began to quiver, but she continued.