A nun and a priest were crossing the Sahara desert on a camel

On the third day out 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 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 fondling he was sporting his all manhood on the 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 a*s and lets get the hell out of here.”