A fine Irish lass

"Let's try out the Redhead!" Snake reached over and grabbed Molly and pulled her close.

"Have fun!" Ruby laughed, leading the other girls from the room.

"Let's see what we have here," Snake whispered, undoing Molly's silk robe. It dropped to the floor revealing a prime, naked body. "Mmmmm," he licked his lips, "I like a girl who come ready for work!"

Snake ran his hands up and down the young woman's luscious form. He was right; her tits were firm and well-shaped, topped by small, hard, pink nipples. The freckles on her face covered most of her body giving her a wholesome appeal. Gently, he spread her legs; her pussy was covered with a thin patch of blazing red - matching the hair on her head.

"So, Mister Jackson," Molly began undoing Snake's shirt, "Ruby says that you're going to be handy around here. We need someone to keep the troublemakers in line."

Snake's shirt fell from his shoulders. Molly stroked his hard chest and ran her hands down his arms. "You've done your share of hard work. I love a hard man!" Her fingers fumbled with Snake's belt and then quickly unbuttoned his pants. "I can see that it's not only your arms that are hard." Her hand patted his cock softly.

Hooking her fingers into his pants, Molly pulled down Snake's pants and long johns. "Oh, my," she gasped softly and smiled, "I can see you were once from Ireland."

"No, I'm from Texas..." Snake shook his head.

"Ah, but you know Saint Patrick drove all the snakes from Ireland. This is one the colleens wished had stayed behind." She touched the now-hard cock. "Tis a mighty snake it is, too!"

Molly reached down and pulled off Snake's boots. "So, Mister Jackson," Molly dropped down onto the big bed. "Which of Molly's burrows are you going to hide that big snake in?"