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A Nun And A Priest Crossing Sahara Desert On Camel

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.”

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