A nun and a priest are crossing the Sahara desert on a camel.
On the third day out the camel suddenly dropped d*ad 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 br*asts 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 of her shapely br*asts, commenting frequently on their beauty.
“Sister would you mind if I touched them?”
She consented and he f*ndl*d them for several minutes.
“Father, could I ask something of you?”
“Yes sister?”
“I have never seen a man’s p*nis. Could I see yours?”
“I supposed 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 f*ndl*ng he was sp*rting a h*ge *r*ction. “Sister, you know that if I insert my p*nis in the right place, it can give life.”
“Is that true father?”
“Yes it is, sister.”
“Then why don’t you st*ck it up that camel’s *ss and let’s get the f*ck out of here.”
