Reminds me of the summer fling I had a few years ago with a guy in his late 20s. At one point, he gasped and said something like, "Oh shit, how are you so GOOD at this."

"Honey," said I," rising from my knees, "decades of of debauchery. Practice makes perfect!"

He actually told me I was the best physical lover he'd ever had. I didn't necessarily believe him, because he loved to pay people compliments, and I'd noticed they weren't always strictly true.

But his heart was in the right place, and ... you know, age really does have its benefits!