A Nun And A Priest Crossing Sahara Desert On Camel
A nun and a priest were crossing the Sahara desert on a camel. On the third day, the camel suddenly dropped dead without warning. After dusting themselves off, the nun and the priest surveyed their situation. After a long period of silence, the priest spoke.
“Well, sister, this looks pretty grim.”
“I know, father. In fact, I don’t think it likely that we can survive more than a day or two.”
“I agree. Sister, since we are unlikely to make it out of here alive, would you do something for me?”
“Anything, father.”
“I have never seen a woman’s front beauty, and I was wondering if I might see yours.”
“Well, under the circumstances, I don’t see that it would do any harm.”
The nun opened her habit, and the priest enjoyed the sight, commenting frequently on their beauty.
“Sister, would you mind if I touched them?”
She consented, and he fondled them for several minutes.
“Father, could I ask something of you?”
“Yes, sister?”
“I have never seen a man’s manhood. Could I see yours?”
“I suppose that would be OK,” the priest replied, lifting his robe. “Oh, father, may I touch it?”
This time the priest consented, and after a few minutes of fondling, he was sporting his all manhood in hand.
“Sister, you know that if I insert my manhood in the right place, it can give life.”
“Is that true, father?”
“Yes, it is, sister.”
“Then why don’t you stick it up that camel’s @$$ and let’s get the heck out of here.”