Your girlfriend has been at a bachelorette party and comes home with cream on her cleavage. There’s no point questioning her about it. Do you really think she’d go to a party and let a bunch of male strippers jerk off onto her tits? Seriously, you’re so paranoid. It obviously smells like coconut. Hell, if you’re that curious, why don’t you just taste it? You really need 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.