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Your girlfriend has been out at a Bachelorette party and came home with a bunch of... Cream on her cleavage. There's no point in questioning her about it. Do you really think she'd go to a party and let a bunch of male strippers jerk off on to her tits? Seriously you're so fucking paranoid. It obviously smells like coconut. Hell, if you're so curious why don't you just taste it? You really have to get over this idea that I cheat on you every time I go out, that phase of my life is over and you should obviously believe me.