He knew, but didn't say anything. This was it, he thought, as she raised her arms. He pulls her shirt up then, starting from the base, watching as it slowly rolls up, exposing more and more of her. As the bottom of her shirt passes over her neck line, he can make out the shape of her breasts, the bottoms now being exposed. As the bottom passes up over her eyes, his own drop down to the marvelous breasts the retreating shirt exposes. His own arousal starts to grow in response. As the neck line of her shirt gets caught on her chin and shoulders briefly, he can't help but lean forward, pressing his lips around one of her nipples, sucking it into his mouth.