The next day… Unfortunately for me, the older I get, the less of a night owl I become.  Back in my twenty’s, I could stay up all night and still be able to go to work the next day.  That is not the case now.  I’m laying here in my soft bed staring at the ceiling, reflecting on what the hell happened last night.  Did I receive the best finger fuck of my life…from my best friend?  It had to be a dream, right?  I mean, he co...