Carol raced about the Marriot, clad in little more than a slip and stockings, glancing in the mirror then down at the small army of bras she had packed.  The peach one was thin and went so well with skin.  The black one was more daring, the tan had a thickly padded cup to emphasize her bosom while the red one pushed up her breasts into a little shelf. Sadly, it didn’t really work well with the lacy blue thong she had boug...